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[Three Tories, in very foul weather]
Three Tories, in very foul weather,
Assembled in great consternation
To lay their wise [illeg.] together
And settle th' affairs of the Nation.
Assembled in great consternation
To lay their wise [illeg.] together
And settle th' affairs of the Nation.
The first by profession a Broker,
Impertinent, noisy and vain,
Without wit, would be fain thought a Joker,
And [illeg.] money for gain.
Impertinent, noisy and vain,
Without wit, would be fain thought a Joker,
And [illeg.] money for gain.
The second a Printer by trade
Who dealt in hard words with the Scholars,
And ev'ry [illeg.] Pamphlet he made
He sold off at Ten Paper Dollars.
Who dealt in hard words with the Scholars,
And ev'ry [illeg.] Pamphlet he made
He sold off at Ten Paper Dollars.
The third was a Quaker demure,
Whose Religion was keeping his Hat on:
He sigh'd and he groan'd, to be sure,
But his heart was as wicked as Satan.
Whose Religion was keeping his Hat on:
He sigh'd and he groan'd, to be sure,
But his heart was as wicked as Satan.
The BROKER.
Tories, Tories, why despairing,
Never let your courage fail,
Let us still be bold and daring
And our cause may yet prevail.
Tho' the Rebels now oppress us
Boasting mighty things they do,
Let these not too much distress us—
—Curse on all the motley crew!
Never let your courage fail,
Let us still be bold and daring
And our cause may yet prevail.
Tho' the Rebels now oppress us
Boasting mighty things they do,
Let these not too much distress us—
—Curse on all the motley crew!
Trusting to their French Alliance
Still they hope their point to gain,
Still they [illeg.] our King defiance
And by force the war maintain.
Tho' we cannot quite suppress them,
We should not our hopes resign,
Secret note may yet distress them
And confound their bold design.
Still they hope their point to gain,
Still they [illeg.] our King defiance
And by force the war maintain.
Tho' we cannot quite suppress them,
We should not our hopes resign,
Secret note may yet distress them
And confound their bold design.
[illeg.] I not their strength invaded
With the mighty pow'r of gold:—
See their currency degraded
This shall to our King be told,
When great George shall hear my story
When my claim's before him laid,
He'll reward his faithful Tory,
Sure, my fortune will be made.—
With the mighty pow'r of gold:—
See their currency degraded
This shall to our King be told,
When great George shall hear my story
When my claim's before him laid,
He'll reward his faithful Tory,
Sure, my fortune will be made.—
But methinks is yonder Alley
I behold a cock ey'd Jew,
His designs with mine will tally
Like the Baker's [illeg.] so true,
Speak my worthy friend the Printer,
Aaron calls I must away:
Come, I'm sure you are no stinter
Freely think, and freely say.
I behold a cock ey'd Jew,
His designs with mine will tally
Like the Baker's [illeg.] so true,
Speak my worthy friend the Printer,
Aaron calls I must away:
Come, I'm sure you are no stinter
Freely think, and freely say.
The PRINTER.
CONFOUND the Rebel's all,
May they soon have a fall,
They've not the thing,
For they've undone us quite,
And yet must, in spite
Of all the strength and might,
Of George our King.
May they soon have a fall,
They've not the thing,
For they've undone us quite,
And yet must, in spite
Of all the strength and might,
Of George our King.
Must they successful be,
And in full liberty,
Safely remain?
Yet we have done our best,
For to destroy the rest,
Of those whom we detest,
But all in vain.
And in full liberty,
Safely remain?
Yet we have done our best,
For to destroy the rest,
Of those whom we detest,
But all in vain.
Howe with his legions came,
In hopes of wealth and fame,
What has he done?
All day, at Faro play'd,
All night, with whores he laid,
And with his bottle made,
Excellent [illeg.].
In hopes of wealth and fame,
What has he done?
All day, at Faro play'd,
All night, with whores he laid,
And with his bottle made,
Excellent [illeg.].
Borgoyne with thousands came,
In hopes of wealth and fame,
What has he done?
At Saratoga he,
Had the disgrace to see,
Each soldier manfully,
Lay down his gun.
In hopes of wealth and fame,
What has he done?
At Saratoga he,
Had the disgrace to see,
Each soldier manfully,
Lay down his gun.
What shall we Tories do,
If thus the Rebel crew,
Rise, whilst we fall:
Since they have France and Spain,
To help their cause to gain,
Is not our strife in vain:—
Curse on them all!
If thus the Rebel crew,
Rise, whilst we fall:
Since they have France and Spain,
To help their cause to gain,
Is not our strife in vain:—
Curse on them all!
The QUAKER.
NOW ponder well ye Tories dear,
The words which I shall sing,
A mournful story you shall hear,
Ne'er was so strange a thing
The words which I shall sing,
A mournful story you shall hear,
Ne'er was so strange a thing
A letter to New York I wrote,
Which I in secret sent,
It was a harmless little note
Oh! Good was my intent.
Which I in secret sent,
It was a harmless little note
Oh! Good was my intent.
And now behold it came to pass
That this my writing fair,
Fell in the hands of wicked [illeg.]
Who did my soul ensnare.
That this my writing fair,
Fell in the hands of wicked [illeg.]
Who did my soul ensnare.
Moreover I was hurried straight
Before the powers that be,
Uncertain what would be my fate,
What doom awaited me.
Before the powers that be,
Uncertain what would be my fate,
What doom awaited me.
Three sons of Belial sat on high,
On my destruction bent,
And for this crime adjudg'd that I,
To prison should be sent.
On my destruction bent,
And for this crime adjudg'd that I,
To prison should be sent.
Now such disgrace had ne'er been brought
Our Tory tribes upon,
Had but friend [illeg.] with vigour wrought,
For our sal—va—ti—on.
Our Tory tribes upon,
Had but friend [illeg.] with vigour wrought,
For our sal—va—ti—on.
When first he touch'd our friendly shores,
And pow'r was in his hand,
He, Rebels should have hang'd by scores,
And purg'd this guilty land.
And pow'r was in his hand,
He, Rebels should have hang'd by scores,
And purg'd this guilty land.
But for our sins, the wicked crew
Of Rebels will prevail.
Therefore, we've nothing now to do,
But for to weep and wail.
Of Rebels will prevail.
Therefore, we've nothing now to do,
But for to weep and wail.
MEDLEY.
Broker.Tories, Tories, why despairing,
Never let your courage fail.
Printer.
Have they [illeg.] France and Spain,
To help their cause to gain.
Quaker.
Therefore we've nothing now to do,
But for to weep and wail.
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